We've broken a 53 year-old record for rainiest November on record. And there is still over a week left in the month, with a series of three storms headed our way. There's several feet of new snow in the mountains. The passes may be closed Thanksgiving day. We're going to my sisters in Federal Way, which is just a quick hop down I-5. We are assigned salad, as usual. My family loves Dean's salad dressing that he makes from scratch (a simple vinaigrette, his own recipe). Happy Holidays!
We saw Casino Royale last night. The best parts were hunky Daniel Craig, what eyes, what pecs, what chiseled good looks; the banter between him and Vesper (Eva Green), the love interest; and the divine Judi Dench as "M." Dench is indeed a revelation in the role: powerful, intimidating, yet somehow warm and maternal. I hope to see more of her in a sequel. And did anyone else catch that Bond called her "mum." Is that what "M" stands for? Is there perhaps a hidden plot line that she is his real mother? You know, in a silly, Star Wars-esque, Darth Vader "I am yur father" sort of way?
Off work now until Monday. Hope to get some writing done. I have several projects that are in the works, and not sure if any will eventually come together: the Expedition of the Vaccine poem; a longish poem in sections with definitions and prose passages and clinical instructions (for preparing a dead body for viewing); death row and famous last words; and a series of historical poems about famous "bad physicians" (Mengele, for example); and other tidbits. Maybe I'll even send some poems out to magazines (I have *nothing* out anywhere right now; but it feels kind of liberating, so I may not change that).
The cat did not give birth to puppies, or cogs, or dats. Full story here.